A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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YOOG KE VIHAAN

अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौरव-गान

Deer And Beer

Look at that deer

Man I am craving a beer

He has a nice rack

It is enough

zindagi koi ghulam nahi

जिंदगी गुलामी में नहीं, आजादी से जियो

Hame to Apno Ne Luta....!!!!
अरे हमें तो अपनों

Ek itihaas

कभी कलम के फूल, बन अंगार ढह जाते हैं, ल

Friendship After Love

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze

Has burned itself to ashes, and expires

In

Swatantrata ka samay ab aaya hai !

Uth mere veer javan uth,

Uth mere veer javan uth,

Lahlahaati is dharti me aaj,

EK BAAR HIMAT JUTAYA BHI

एक बार हिम्मत जुटाया भी

लेकिन मात

I Am Worthy

I am worthy. There is nothing

that can or will happen today that

could convince m

My Steps..

Since all my steps are audience of my past,

a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt

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